He never turned up…..I’ve tried phoning the number without any success to get in contact with him. I met Miss Higham at the Hotel bar, we hit it o...f, decided to go back to her place, I had been drinking so I left the car where you found it and went back to her place on the bike and we spent the night together.’ ‘You expect me to believe that.’ ‘Ask Miss Higham.’ ‘I will,’ and standing up the Detective told Michael ‘I’ll need that phone number.’ Then told him to wait where he was, calling in a. Annie, the one on the left, asks your Mistress, "Can I tell her something to do, will she do it if I ask?"Mistress replied, "She will do whatever you ask if I tell her."“Pet, you will obey their instructions as if they were my own.”Annie smiled and said, "Cunt, lay on your stomach and fuck your fingers."You roll over, place your hand between your legs with two fingers pointing upward and lower yourself onto them. Your ass going up and down and the cheeks quivering as you ride your stiff fingers. As we talked I quickly figured out he was super smart, but shy as fuck. But he knew everyone and worked hard to being so kind and sweet. We quickly became fast friends.Hanging out every day one thing became quickly apparent. He had fantastic style. I was shook. He must be gay. I remember the day I said that out aloud in front of him. Jake laughed so hard. His bestie Max was the gay one as well as the person who picked out Jake’s outfits.“So why haven’t you asked me out?”“I’ve only known you two. He was still in love withhimself, and still wanted more of this- more of this luxury anddepraved pleasure.He tipped some scented oil into the bath and got in and sank downinto the hot water, his body relaxing, the pain in his anus andrectum gradually subsiding. He leant back against a velvet cushionand closed his eyes. He let the sensations and experiences of thelast few hours of his life wash over him. He had made some startlingdiscoveries about pleasure and what pleased him, and needed time.